Kill Pop Novels & Stories

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

I said my voice slightly breaking. "You made me look like a fool, all the combats and training and killing was for nothing but to make me just like you, a killer that gets to live with the guilt forever. Goodbye Rarf, you'll be better off in hell." I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart.

He looked down at me, his cold eyes staring at me like I was nothing but filth that was stuck to the bottom of his shoe. “Whats your name?” he asked…. I stubbornly stayed quiet. The announcer slapped me hard across my face. “Answer when the Alpha asks you a question! Do you know who this is?” He raised his hands To smack me again. But the scary looking Alpha Immediately grabbed his hand before he could land the blow. The Alphas eyes flashed a bright scary gold. “Don’t you fucking lay your hands on my property.” He growled dangerously still holding the announcers hand. “I’m so sorry master I was just trying to teach her a lesson.” whimpered the announcer

But then again, I rarely ever knew why I mostly had to taste his wrath on a daily basis. “One thing that I want you to start learning about me, malyshka,” Alpha Killian said, closing the cap as he was done. He didn’t bother looking at me for a few seconds, but his voice sent shivers down my spine as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but feel my heart race as fear coursed through my veins at his cold tone, “I don’t like liars.” “Alpha…”

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

I heard that they are so strong that no one will be able to take them down. How did they fall? I heard that they were deceived, they were deceived by the same person that has killed my foster parents. I heard from the lady who was also a member of my parents pack that he wanted to do something which wasn't suitable but they tried to stop him not knowing that he had everything planned out. He knew that the both of them were strong and had planned eventually down in advance and no one was able to see through his plan. He killed them and the whole pack while sparing some, those that he spared were sent here. I heard from them that no one will be able to escape from here but that isn't the case

Poppie went through so many withdrawal symptoms I didn’t know if she would make it - she was going through itbad. She had tremors, convulsions and even hallucinations. She looked like she was dying right in front of me. Shespaced outat times that I had to check on her to see if she was still breathing. I cried for her because she was in so much pain and discomfort, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take it away and I felt horrible. It had gotten so bad, that I found myself praying to God that she would wake up the next day feeling just a little bit better. Seven days went by and Poppie emerged from the bedroom one night as I was watching tv.

Her laptop glowed in front of her, a burner email client open, cursor blinking like a silent dare. She hadn’t sent a message to a ghost in years. And that’s what Killian was a ghost. According to the database she cracked into using one of Nova’s tools, the PO box listed to his name hadn’t been checked in over six months. His last financial footprint was a wire transfer to an offshore NGO. No public photos. No social media. Nothing but silence. Until last week. A flagged report from a private surveillance firm noted a sighting: Killian, near the Upper West Side, stepping into a building owned by a shell company one linked to Vale Corp’s abandoned real estate division.

Since I had distributed everyone's admission tickets myself, I knew exactly where their exam rooms were. As I ran, I planned how to shatter their storyline. Firstly, it was a sweet romance novel. The female lead, Rachel Sharp, was supposed to be a naive yet brilliant top student. The male lead, Timothy Handler, was the cold, domineering school tyrant. Their character settings defined the tone of the story, and were exactly what made readers ship them. The first step was to destroy their character settings. After settling my thoughts, I steadied myself. Then, without hesitation, I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the hallway cabinet and smashed it straight into the glass window of Timothy's e

Then I could hear the doorbell ring, I could see Kate from the dash cam, so I opened the door and she wrapped me in a hug. " I'm so sorry" were her words. I was completely numb. "I believe what you said about the nightmares, Mike the homeless man died this morning as well" Kate dropped the bombshell. "That couldn't be" I screamed. Those were the two people the old hag killed. I couldn't control my emotions as I kept wailing. Kate stayed with me during the weekend and helped me with the basic things I needed help with around the house. Kate also offered I stayed at her place but I declined. I can't afford to be close with any other family and later get to know that they would leave this world